Senior Brother Chen's face turned somewhat grave. "Blood wolves have always been cunning. They would not venture deep into such a central region. Since blood wolves have been found here, there must be a wolf pack nearby. Junior Brothers, time waits for no one. We should withdraw at once."
With a wave of his hand, he mounted his fine horse and headed straight toward the front of the convoy.
Seeing this, the disciples hurriedly mounted their horses as well, each returning to his position to await the order to depart.
Having gained his prize, Lu Lihong tucked the heavy wolf tail into a cloth sack on his horse's back. Only then did he return to Zhang Xiaohua's carriage, unable to suppress the excitement on his face.
Zhang Xiaohua glanced at the sack holding the wolf tail but said nothing. After all, Lu Lihong had killed it with his own hands. Offering congratulations now would have seemed rather hypocritical. Lu Chaoxian, however, beamed as he said, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Lu. You stepped out to good fortune and struck it rich at once."
Lu Lihong was speechless. "It's not New Year's."
Still, he smiled. "Luck, luck."
Zhang Xiaohua felt it would be inappropriate for him to say nothing, so he said, "With Senior Brother Lu's martial skill, killing that blood wolf would have taken no effort at all. Picking it up or killing it yourself makes no difference."
Good heavens—this fellow really knew how to talk. He would have been better off offering plain congratulations. Instead, he handed over such an enormous tall hat that it pressed Lu Lihong's face red. Lu Lihong coughed awkwardly twice. "Well... Junior Brother Ren thinks too highly of me. This blood wolf is not that Little White you saw in Hui Chun Valley!"
"Huh? Senior Brother